Storm and flame when they collide,
their struggle for power is a battle which decide,
who wins the battle and who fight the fight
when the winds howl and the fire crackles,
It is a clash to watch even skies darken
the storm's fury, the flame's grace,
both determined to take their place
In the end, only one can reign,
the other, a memory, a refrain.
Excellent piece...... brilliant conclusion..... thanks a lot......
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I would like to translate this poem
Very true.